Every once in a while, we meet someone who brings out the parts of ourselves that we didn’t know existed, the latent talents, energies, emotions we’ve never experienced before… And when it happens, that’s constituent of what it means to say that the value of love is to inspire you. It was just another ordinary day for lunch, and in the midst of the “clinking” and “clanking” of cutlery against plates and everyday people going…
Life should be lived in the moment. With the past behind us (sunk costs) and the future beyond complete certainty, we can only make plans and do what we can. Every attempt an experience gained, every pain more spirit attained (like an RPG game except that there are no save points and therefore no reloads nor resets). I think a lot, and then I do stupid things, and at the end of the day I…
The context: This really is not so much poetry as high-tech ranting. Which I like. Always take something social and find a way to speak your own voice into it, locating that “inmost secrets of art” between sympathy and pride (The Gift, Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World). This really came out of a lunch conversation I had with DJ. We’re both geeky in our own ways and on missions and was relating…
(Coldly) I dont believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And…